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The thing about home is that we trust studs and rafters, despite warm oceans and hungry winds. We wreck cities, drown towns, send help, and pretend we did not birth the heat, the floods. More storms will come, more builders promise safe roofs, dry floors, and water views but not what lurks there– mosquitoes, snakes,…

Soldiers on night patrol wear heavy goggles and their world goes green. When I wake in the dark, I know the power is still on silent standby given the glow of time, a green blur without my glasses, folded safe into their pretty case. I use a small flashlight to guide me past dog toys.…

We stand at the bottom of the sky in eddies of air, sing, speak, sigh–a haze over the city. Birds breathe. Air in, air out, a shared limited edition. Volatile and particulate, air leaks from the lungs of genius. Smog and smoke taint the lungs of a small cat. Cars, buses, trucks, and tractors dye…

Old heroes desperate for fame rode into battle with mace, saber, or spear. In myth magic mattered, but we have no giant beanstalk, no sword from a stone, no lone rider on a fine horse, no white hats or masked heroes or magic potions to save us. Our lungs inhaling dreadful particles and skin a…